Psalms 88:7
Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
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14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
15I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
17They came rounde about me dayly lyke water: and compassed me altogether on euery syde.
3Thou haddest cast me downe into the deepe, into the middest of the sea, and the floods compassed me about: all thy billowes and waues passed ouer me.
4And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
5The waters compassed me euen vnto the soule, the deapth closed me on euery side, and the weedes were wrapt about my head.
7One deepe calleth another at the noyse of thy water pypes: all thy waues and stormes are gone ouer me.
6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.
8Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.
9My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
5For the panges of death closed me about: the fludes of Belial put me in feare.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.
10because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
1A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.
46O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
21Thou art become myne enemie, and with thy violent hande thou takest part against me.
22In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall.
3For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
12Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
14All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
2I am ouer the head in deepe myre where I feele no grounde: I plunge in deepe waters where the streame ouerwhelmeth me.
54They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.
7For we be consumed through thy displeasure: and we are astonyed through thy wrathfull indignation.
3Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
4The panges of death haue compassed me about: and the outragiousnes of the wicked haue astonyed me with feare.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
3The fluddes are risen O God, the fluddes haue lyft vp their noyse: the fluddes haue lyft vp their waues.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
9Thou rulest the ragyng of the sea: when her waues aryse, thou delayest them.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
43Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs: thou hast slayne vs without any fauour.
19Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?